Arrow Lake so only one life can't be enough

sarah, a mountain. the rigid mind of the general attempted to surface with the image of the she-wolf as silver-striated rock rising in a spire.
mahler found he liked the idea.
but he did not enjoy her mournfulness, her emptiness. lilac eyes traced over his friend, for that was what she was to him. perhaps not only a friend, but sarah had been an enduringly pleasant companion, and the gargoyle enjoyed the infrequent moments spent with her.
"i vill be your shelter for as long as you need, sarah," the general murmured gruffly, lowering broad scarred muzzle to duck briefly against her own for a moment of solidarity.